We are dying.
All of us.
We, in a way, started dying as soon as we were born.
I had a sports injury.Patellofemoral pain, or commonly called ‘runners knee’.
My knee had decided to infuriate me.
I limped my way for about two weeks.
I didn’t really rest… I was trying to be ‘super’.
‘The patella is damaged’.Patella…
I only knew my knee as ‘right knee’.
I didn’t think there were separate parts to it.
Like a skeleton to a body…
I may come across as some type of hypochondriac.Illnesses and injuries are a delicate topic, they make me really anxious.
But who doesn’t feel this way?
The line between life and death so undefined.Death- as I see it, could find us anywhere. Any day, any time of day.
What if no one remembers me?
The sun will rise for at least 5 billion more years, but my existence is limited.
My expiry date due.
The ink is blurry…
What happens after that?Dreamless sleep?
An encounter with the unconscious?
A sharp pain in my knee reminds me that I am still here.
‘Patella Discomfortis’, I would call it.
The End.(not mine)